Poems And Songs Of Robert Burns - LightNovelsOnl.com
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"Farewell, hours that late did measure Suns.h.i.+ne days of joy and pleasure; Hail, thou gloomy night of sorrow, Cheerless night that knows no morrow!
"O'er the past too fondly wandering, On the hopeless future pondering; Chilly grief my life-blood freezes, Fell despair my fancy seizes.
"Life, thou soul of every blessing, Load to misery most distressing, Gladly how would I resign thee, And to dark oblivion join thee!"
Up In The Morning Early
Cauld blaws the wind frae east to west, The drift is driving sairly; Sae loud and s.h.i.+ll's I hear the blast-- I'm sure it's winter fairly.
Chorus.--Up in the morning's no for me, Up in the morning early; When a' the hills are covered wi' snaw, I'm sure it's winter fairly.
The birds sit chittering in the thorn, A' day they fare but sparely; And lang's the night frae e'en to morn-- I'm sure it's winter fairly.
Up in the morning's, &c.
How Long And Dreary Is The Night
How long and dreary is the night, When I am frae my dearie!
I sleepless lie frae e'en to morn, Tho' I were ne'er so weary: I sleepless lie frae e'en to morn, Tho' I were ne'er sae weary!
When I think on the happy days I spent wi' you my dearie: And now what lands between us lie, How can I be but eerie!
And now what lands between us lie, How can I be but eerie!
How slow ye move, ye heavy hours, As ye were wae and weary!
It wasna sae ye glinted by, When I was wi' my dearie!
It wasna sae ye glinted by, When I was wi' my dearie!
Hey, The Dusty Miller
Hey, the dusty Miller, And his dusty coat, He will win a s.h.i.+lling, Or he spend a groat: Dusty was the coat, Dusty was the colour, Dusty was the kiss That I gat frae the Miller.
Hey, the dusty Miller, And his dusty sack; Leeze me on the calling Fills the dusty peck: Fills the dusty peck, Brings the dusty siller; I wad gie my coatie For the dusty Miller.
Duncan Davison
There was a la.s.s, they ca'd her Meg, And she held o'er the moors to spin; There was a lad that follow'd her, They ca'd him Duncan Davison.
The moor was dreigh, and Meg was skeigh, Her favour Duncan could na win; For wi' the rock she wad him knock, And aye she shook the temper-pin.
As o'er the moor they lightly foor, A burn was clear, a glen was green, Upon the banks they eas'd their shanks, And aye she set the wheel between: But Duncan swoor a haly aith, That Meg should be a bride the morn; Then Meg took up her spinning-graith, And flang them a' out o'er the burn.
We will big a wee, wee house, And we will live like king and queen; Sae blythe and merry's we will be, When ye set by the wheel at e'en.
A man may drink, and no be drunk; A man may fight, and no be slain; A man may kiss a bonie la.s.s, And aye be welcome back again!
The Lad They Ca'Jumpin John
Her daddie forbad, her minnie forbad Forbidden she wadna be: She wadna trow't the browst she brew'd, Wad taste sae bitterlie.
Chorus.--The lang lad they ca'Jumpin John Beguil'd the bonie la.s.sie, The lang lad they ca'Jumpin John Beguil'd the bonie la.s.sie.
A cow and a cauf, a yowe and a hauf, And thretty gude s.h.i.+llin's and three; A vera gude tocher, a cotter-man's dochter, The la.s.s wi' the bonie black e'e.
The lang lad, &c.
Talk Of Him That's Far Awa
Musing on the roaring ocean, Which divides my love and me; Wearying heav'n in warm devotion, For his weal where'er he be.
Hope and Fear's alternate billow Yielding late to Nature's law, Whispering spirits round my pillow, Talk of him that's far awa.
Ye whom sorrow never wounded, Ye who never shed a tear, Care--untroubled, joy--surrounded, Gaudy day to you is dear.
Gentle night, do thou befriend me, Downy sleep, the curtain draw; Spirits kind, again attend me, Talk of him that's far awa!
To Daunton Me
The blude-red rose at Yule may blaw, The simmer lilies bloom in snaw, The frost may freeze the deepest sea; But an auld man shall never daunton me.
Refrain.--To daunton me, to daunton me, And auld man shall never daunton me.
To daunton me, and me sae young, Wi' his fause heart and flatt'ring tongue, That is the thing you shall never see, For an auld man shall never daunton me.
To daunton me, &c.
For a' his meal and a' his maut, For a' his fresh beef and his saut, For a' his gold and white monie, And auld men shall never daunton me.
To daunton me, &c.
His gear may buy him kye and yowes, His gear may buy him glens and knowes; But me he shall not buy nor fee, For an auld man shall never daunton me.
To daunton me, &c.
He hirples twa fauld as he dow, Wi' his teethless gab and his auld beld pow, And the rain rains down frae his red blear'd e'e; That auld man shall never daunton me.
To daunton me, &c.
